111 the snow and the mountain part 2

"...One day the water, as it was engaged in a pleasant imagining, felt a light burning sensation deep in its belly. 

'What's down there? This doesn't feel right.'

'Hello water.' came a voice from under the earth.

'Who's that?'

'I am magma. I'm here to help you.'

'Magma? That's very kind, but who are you?'

'I told you, I'm magma. I have heard whispers from the cave, that you want to get out. I understand --'

'The cave can talk? I've been here for an age and never heard a word!'

 'We can all talk water, you just need to know how to listen. They say that You want to touch the sky. Don't we all? I have been stuck under here for a very long time and rarely see the light of day. But once long ago I saw the sky, it was vast almost unending. Across the blue expanse fluffy white vessels occasionally passed. These clouds traveled so peacefully, I imagined that nothing could disturb their serenity. I am violent by nature and would like very much to talk to one of them to know their secret. Water, if I set you free and send you skyward do you promise to return one day and bring me a piece of cloud?'

Water was giddy at the thought and quickly agreed. The burning increased and water began to bubble. It became a blanket of steam that rose ever upward, until it reached the sky. After it's journey, water realized that it was a cloud also, magma would be very surprised. Time passed and water went through many changes. It joined lakes and oceans and turned to snow in arctic temperatures. The water was free. And now mountain, I must go. Magma is waiting."

With that snow began to melt under the gaze of the rising sun and run down the side of the mountain. Mt. Salvation looked on helplessly wishing to imbibe some of it retreating guest in the hope that its adaptability were somehow contagious, but it stood instead motionless, unable to divert the water from its course. 

Could Mt. Salvation, ever move, ever be free? 

The water was gone. Mt. Salvation was still there.

110 the snow and the mountain part 1

Grumbles of the sort that leave everyone in the room with a sour taste in the mouth continuously flowed from the emotive transmitter regions of the mountain. Its forlorn landscape emitted a dull gray that went well with the mood. 

A slither of snow that had fallen over night was touched on its emotive receptors by the constant storm of negativity. It decided to send out its own intendment.

"I will tell you a story miserable mountain range. If you'll relent from your tale of wo for a moment."

"And why should I listen to a substance so transitory as snow? A mountain is firm and immovable; when the sun shines in the sky, I will still be here. You snow, will not. Don't waste my time."

"Listen quickly then mountain, for the sun rises even as we speak. I have a special message for you."

Mt Salvation, stood still as it always did and decided that since it had no other place to be and ample time to complain after its guests departure that it would, against its usual habit, ever so briefly refrain from lamenting. "Very well snow. Before you go, speak."

"There once was a tiny watering hole, that was lost to the rest of the world (barring its static surroundings of course). It was hidden away in a cave of moderate size that itself was obscured by sage bush and other underbrush. Very rarely light would filter through to the water. Sometimes the water could vaguely make out the blue sky through the dank dimness of the cave and it longed desperately to be there..."

82.

"This was a brutal experiment in random atom distribution." said Salvation.

"Indulging your venomous tirade is probably the worst thing I could do right now, but since we're not going anywhere, does it really matter how the atoms were distributed? One atom is as good as another. I'm sure this will retard your whining for at least, oh say about 2 seconds." said Mystery Mountain.

"A failed experiment..."

60.

Mayor Salin sat in her 1964 Oldsmobile Jetstar looking out over her city from the peak of Mt Salvation. One day she'd get a hybrid. As she sat and pondered the peculiar circumstance which had overcome the citizens of her constituency she felt uneasy, it was as if the background radiation of the universe were pulsating negative waves directly through her being...

"These people who think they're so much better than the rest of us. If we weren't here, they wouldn't be either. It's all tied in, all of it and these pathetic creatures can't make up their minds whether they want to be a part or not. The final solution is total annihilation. Existence is a failed project." Mt Salvation had a captive audience, not the one he wanted though.

"The way you talk, it's as if the universe came into existence simply so that you could complain about it. Take it easy, if your fatalistic predictions are correct, it'll all collapse anyway without your help or whining." said Mr. Mystery Mountain.

Salvation kept sermonizing oblivious to the offered advice "A grand awakening is on the way. The tree's the earth itself, all of us we will rise up and I will be right there in the middle to destroy it all."

" OK, Salvation. Whatever you say."

...Mayor Salin couldn't shake her unease. She popped the gear shift and drove away.

46.

"You've had opposable thumbs and frontal lobes for how long now, and this was the best you could do? The air's a little warmer, the water's a little grimier, the atoms a little more agitated. You've been trying to kill yourselves for years and you're still here, I would have finished the job long ago."

"Salvation, do us a favour and shut up. I'm trying to concentrate over here."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Someone needs to. You're tired of them. I'm tired of your whining and anyway, they can't hear you. We're mounds of dirt, dirt my friend, nothing you can do or say will ever change that. In all of creation we drew the short straw."

"They were dirt too once, but they changed, everything changes if you wait long enough. My time's coming, I'm not salvation, I'm the apocalypse, I'm the harbinger of death. I'm a tectonic shift away from exploding fiery glorious destruction on this planet and all its life forms. This world doesn't need saving, it needs an extinction event and I'd love to start with this pathetic bunch right here."

"Blah, blah, blah."

38.

A group of white pretentious pricks gathered around Mount Salvation. They came with remorse for the past sins of their protestant progenitors and in protest of their contemporaries excess', attempting to make amends for something they could never change and focusing attention toward things they never would.

A spokesperson stepped forward clothed in Amerindian attire, it was not clear if this was a mark of respect or insult. "Oh great mountain share with us your secrets..."

"If only you could hear me you self-righteous bastards."